While hugging my body, I spoke softly in order to come across as calm. “We keep coming to this same conundrum don’t we?”

  “Pretty much.” He sipped his coffee while staring out at the road instead of turning in my direction.

  “Flynn,” I sat down on the edge of his chair. “I think it’s time we stop going to Dr. Ellis. Since we’ve been seeing her things have gotten worse. If they keep escalating, I’m afraid we’ll hate each other. That thing last night wasn’t meant to say I was prepared to do all those things. It was an exercise for us to learn how to share. Clearly it resulted in a fight. Maybe we’re better off on our own, figuring out what to do without a stranger assuming she knows us.”

  He finally peered in my direction. “For once we agree.”

  I stood up and took a deep breath before proceeding. “It’s settled then. I’ll make the call and let them know we’re going to be handling things on our own.” Without waiting for a second response, I went back inside the warm house to phone the office of our therapist. One call later and we were free of whatever efforts the woman had made to rectify our failing situation. Now it would all depend on Flynn and me. I was unclear on how it would work out, or how it ever could, but at least we could say we failed because we screwed up on our own.

  After the daunting task of prying my child away from the television to get her ready for school, I watched as she was driven away on the bus. With my husband somewhere inside I started about my day as if I were alone.

  My first job every morning was to gather the dirty clothes. When I made it into my bedroom I saw something that caught me off guard. Flynn was staring at a computer screen with his cock in his hand. Two women were in a sixty-nine position, going at it like it was their last meal. I stood there watching my husband fixated on this video. The faster he stroked the more subtle moans escaped his lips. It was obvious he assumed I was still outside waiting on the school bus to see Emery off. I sat the empty laundry basket down outside the bedroom door and leaned on the frame. At first I wanted to yell at him, but then something happened. I found myself getting turned on as I watched him pleasing himself. My cheeks became flushed, and suddenly that heat traveled down to my nipples. They tingled so much I reached up and drug my fingers over the fabric of my thin T-shirt. When that felt pleasing I caressed the other one, this time pinching my hard nipple between my fingers. I continued fondling myself, watching my husband firmly stroking his aroused erection while focusing on the show.

  A burning fire ignited between my legs, beckoning to be attended to. I shoved one hand down my shorts and slipped my palm over the skin of my pussy. The second my clit was skimmed my body became weak. I took my middle finger and slid it between the folds, drenching it with newly found juices. The wetness urged me to continue. Another moan came from my husband’s body. He threw his head back and went about his jerking with an unhinged pace.

  I glided my finger over my tiny bud, rubbing it with extreme pressure, while bringing my other hand up to tend to my tingling nipple. When that wasn’t enough for me, I shoved up the fabric and peered down at my exposed breast. The hardened tip begged to be pinched harder. I took my nail and used it to as a tool. While biting down on my lip to keep from making a sound, I let my knees buckle as I brought myself to orgasm. When my body fell to the floor I opened my eyes to see Flynn turning around. With a smile on my face I watched him reacting to the predicament he was in. It was obvious what I’d been doing. My tit was out of my shirt and I hadn’t removed my hand from my shorts. My pussy trembled beneath my fingers still, and I couldn’t have cared less if he found this disgraceful. “What the fuck, Aria?”

  “Mmm, ditto.”

  He closed the laptop and turned his attention back to me while assessing the situation for himself. “You were watching me?”

  “You have no room to judge.”

  When he stood and started coming at me I had no idea what to expect. I tried to get my footing, but didn’t have time to do it. He was there, kneeling down in front of me with his pants unfastened. “I thought I didn’t turn you on.”

  “I guess I was wrong.”

  He drug his hand over the outside of my shorts, feeling my hand still cupping my spent pussy. “Let me fuck you.”

  I pushed him away lightly. “Why would I want to do that?”

  His eyes looked drunk as he spoke. “Please. I’m so fucking horny right now. Let me fuck you.” He slid his hand over my crotch again, this time feeling every inch of where my hand sat. “I want you so bad.” Flynn took both hands and attached them to the hem of either side of my shorts. With a swift tug they came down. My panties, which had been pushed to the side, had a wet spot from where I’d just pleased myself. Flynn ran the back of one hand over it, making me buck with delight.

  “If I let you fuck me it’s not because I forgive you.”

  He leaned forward and brought his lips to mine. “I don’t care.”

  Flynn pulled my body to be sitting on top of his. With little effort his cock was positioned properly. I thrust my body, allowing my own wetness to guide him inside of me. I rocked him hard, fucking him like I was riding into the sunset. Our breathing was heavy, and our rhythm was unhinged. We had one common goal, and it was to erupt in ecstasy. In little time we were both panting, collapsing into a pool of exhaustion.

  A loud laugh escaped my lips when it became apparent what we’d just done. It was this type of spontaneity that I longed for in this relationship.

  By the time I stood to go clean myself up, Flynn was already buckling his trousers. He didn’t speak, probably because a part of him was still embarrassed from what had occurred. For me it was bittersweet. I wanted to be appalled that I’d caught him watching porn, but instead something else entirely had come out of it.

  The mood in the house changed after that. Perhaps some of it derived from knowing we didn’t have to go back to that stupid therapist any longer.

  Did I have hope at this point? I don’t really know. Just because we had a moment of bliss didn’t mean we could make it through tough times. Sex didn’t solve anything, it just made it bearable.

  I spent the rest of the afternoon pretending Flynn wasn’t around. Since he decided to contribute and make dinner, I relaxed in front of the television to kill time and stay occupied. I watched some movie where a couple met at a bed and breakfast. It reminded me of the one the doctor had suggested we visit. Maybe we did need some time away from our regular life. If anything it would force us to communicate, even if only for a few days.

  I pulled out the laptop and searched the address. After coinciding the dates of when Flynn’s parents were headed to Florida, I made a reservation for us. Only time would tell if we could last a full month without killing each other, but if it did work in our favor I wanted to look to the trip as a last resort.

  Once I shared the news with Flynn he seemed optimistic. He promised that he’d find a job by then, even if he had to deliver pizzas. In fact, he and I sat together and looked through the help wanted ads online. After jotting down several potential opportunities, Flynn began making calls, while I devised a suitable resume for him to provide for his interviews.

  When we worked as a team we were good. If only we could use that type of connection to mend our failing marriage.

  By the time Emery got off the bus, Flynn had arranged two meetings with potential business owners, and we’d discussed me getting something part-time to compensate our spending habits. Fingers crossed he’d have a new job so we could make end’s meet, otherwise we’d have to borrow money from his parents, and I’d never hear the end of it. While he was on an interview I’d fill out applications. With little experience I had low expectations. Flynn on the other hand, was a skilled mechanic. Any employer would be thrilled to have him join their team.

  For once dinner was peaceful. Emery did most of the talking, and afterwards she and her daddy made brownies. Seeing them happy filled my heart with joy. This was what I had to hold onto when I felt like there was nothing left to fight for. They were the reason I couldn’t give up, no matter how hard things got.

  Chapter 12

  Things had spun out of control. If we weren’t fighting we were divulging in makeup sex. We refused to communicate the way normal people should. A week after firing our therapist I was going in for my first interview. The garage was about ten minutes further than my old commute, but it was a newer establishment with nicer amenities. I took in the environment as I entered the building. Expensive toolboxes lined the walls, and the employees were all dressed in special matching coveralls. I was impressed, and went in assuming it could be a good opportunity.

  Nearly thirty minutes later I picked up my cell phone and called my wife. “Hey, I’ve got good news and bad. What do you want to hear first?”

  “Hit me with the bad.”

  “I don’t want spaghetti for dinner.”

  She laughed. “Too bad. I already started making the sauce.”

  “You’ll have to refrigerate it. We’re going out to eat tonight to celebrate. Put on something sexy.”

  “Is that the good news?” She inquired.

  “The good news is that I start my new job next week. I’ll get forty hours a week, paid salary and health benefits. They are starting me out at ten grand more a year than I made at the old place.”

  “That’s wonderful, babe. Congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”

  “For us. This is for us, Aria. This is the start of our new improved life. You’ll see. Good things are about to happen.”

  “I have news too. The gas station called me back. They want me to work three days a week, and the hours are when Emery is in school. I haven’t had a job since we were teenagers. I’m so nervous.”

  I smiled. Things really were looking up for us. “You’ll do fine. Hopefully you’ll meet some friends. I think it would be good for you.”

  “Me too, Flynn. When you get home we’ll talk some more. I’ll get Emery off the bus and ready to go out.”

  “I love you. I’ll see you soon.”

  After hanging up I decided to stop by the local liquor store for a six pack of beer, hoping that when we got home from dinner the two of us could relax on the porch with a couple cold ones. It wasn’t until I reached the counter that I recognized the cashier as the person I’d slept with years ago after my wife’s miscarriage. I tried to pretend I didn’t notice it was her. While focusing on my wallet I heard her saying my name. I turned around to make sure no one was around before acknowledging her. “Oh hey. How’s it going?”

  She leaned forward, showing off entirely too much cleavage. “I’ve been good. I’m divorced now. It’s the best thing I ever did. Are you still with your wife?”

  I smiled, feeling happy about the situation. “Yeah, I am. Our little girl is seven now.”

  “Wow. Time goes by so fast. I never pegged you as staying married too long. I guess I was wrong.” Her body language was sending innuendos I didn’t appreciate. I wasn’t the same person who fucked a random chick years ago. When I said I wanted to work on my marriage I meant it. “Ever think about that night we spent together? I know every time I pass by that hotel I think of that shower we took.”

  “Not really. I told you it was mistake.”

  She bagged my beer and threw the receipt inside, sliding it toward me. “You know where to find me if you’re ever looking for some late night company.”

  I shook my head and exited the establishment, promising myself I’d use the one on the other side of town to avoid running into her again.

  I felt better about it when I arrived at home and saw the look of approval in my wife’s eyes. It was a long time coming, and I truly thought this time would be a turning point. I knew from the past not to get my hopes up too much, but this had potential.

  Allowing Emery to choose where we ate was probably a mistake. Luckily she only knew of a few places, all of which had pretty decent adult food. Based on the children’s menu, she picked a local burger place that specialized in milkshakes and hotdogs. One thing my wife hates more than anything else is hotdogs. She says those and bologna are the same things and the most disgusting food out there. I happen to love the stuff. Throw some bologna in a pan, fry it up, and place it between two pieces of bread and you’ve got the perfect meal for any time of day.

  Aside from eating fried food for what was supposed to be a celebratory dinner, our waitress kept staring at me, causing my wife to become annoyed. At one point I reached across the table and reminded her we were a team. Sometimes it felt good to have my wife get jealous over me. Then other times it got old quick. Aria thought every woman wanted me. It was flattering, but made my life miserable. I didn’t flirt with other women; not since getting caught having an online affair, and even that was pretty innocent. It was only typing. We never video chatted, or made plans to meet in some far away city. Our lives were secure. It was all in fun.

  After getting our daughter a sundae we headed straight home. I couldn’t wait until Emery was tucked into bed so I could have alone time with Aria. Something about the way she fucked me the other day was still causing me to want her more than I had in a long while. I kept picturing her touching herself. It was so fucking hot.

  Since we both had things to celebrate, I knew sex would be involved. In a few short weeks we were going off to have a couple days to reconnect. With new things on the horizon I could only be optimistic that we were headed in a good direction.

  By nine p.m. we were kissing our daughter good night and retreating to our bedroom. I wasted no time removing my pants, followed by my shirt. Aria headed into the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. Surprisingly she came out a few minutes later wet but fully clothed. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Tell me I can trust you, Flynn.” Her dripping hair looked sexy as hell.

  I backed up on the bed, keeping my focus on her. “You can. You know that.”

  She began unbuttoning her pajama top. “I want this to be a new start for us, Flynn. I mean it this time. We need to work together and figure out how to be friends. It’s important to me.”

  I patted the mattress on her side. “Get in this bed so we can get reacquainted properly.”

  She cracked another smile as her panties fell to the floor. Then she quickly removed her top and climbed in under the covers. “Do you still want to be promiscuous?”

  Aria sat up and laughed. “Why do you ask?”

  I shrugged. “I was thinking maybe you could practice being sexy tonight, perhaps with a dance? I mean, we’ve talked about your fantasies a lot more than mine.”

  “And here I thought you only cared about fucking,” she teased as she stood up and straddled my legs. She swayed her body from side to side, showing the definition in her hips. From having Emery they’d widened but not so much that they appeared to be too large. I loved the way they helped fill her jeans, and how I could hold onto them while I was banging her from behind. Just thinking about it made me want to see her fine ass shaking around for me. I tapped on her leg. “Spin around and shake it like you mean it. Show me that ass, babe. Bend over and spread open for me.”

  Watching her move around above me instantly got my dick hard. The blood rushed straight to my main vein. Aria bent her knees and shook some more before twirling again until she was facing me. She dropped her body so that her pussy was almost smashed against my face. I could smell her musky fragrance mixed with soap as she rocked slower. I couldn’t look my wife in the eyes, because my focus was on one thing alone. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come.

  Aria spoke softly, as if she was getting turned on from doing this. “You like what you see?”

  I nodded and kept staring.

  She reached down and circled two fingers over her clit before smacking her full pussy three times. I watched her puffy lips react and lost my ability to think about anything else. I grabbed onto her ass and attempted to pull her closer to me. Aria fought my strength. “Not yet, babe. I want you to beg. Tell me why I should let you taste me.”

  This side of my wife hardly ever came out. We weren’t usually verbal, and dirty talk was never one of our fine points. Hearing my wife purring such demands made me crave her. “Please let me taste you.”

  Aria climbed off the bed, shocking me. She reached for her bedside table and pulled a silver looking vibrating egg from the drawer. After switching it on I could hear it vibrating. She got back on the bed and kneeled, spreading her legs open to face me. With the tiny device between two fingers she narrowed it in on her clit. I watched her body buck when it first made contact. She moaned and pressed it there firmer. “Do you want to see me come, Flynn?”

  I ran my hands over both of her legs. “Yeah. Get closer. Bring that pussy up here. Just let me lick it.”

  She cackled and moved to her own accord. “This turns me on so much. Lick your lips and tell me what you want.”

  I placed my hands back on her ass, this time using all my strength to pull her closer. She removed the bullet and accepted the fact that I couldn’t handle anymore without having a taste. Her pussy shoved against my face and I slurped her lips in holding them there while I savored her natural flavor. While my tongue drove between her lips, she teased her clit again, circling the bud while her juices continued flowing. In a matter of seconds her body arched, and I listened to the sounds of her cries as the room filled with them. Aria seemed content with herself, but I had a point to prove. She said we weren’t sexually compatible. That needed to be rectified. If she wanted to be freaky and adventurous, I was up for the challenge.

  With little effort, since she was recovering, I flipped her over and got behind her ass. First I spread her cheeks and checked out her puckering hole. It glistened with the essence of her excitement, making it tempting to clean. I kissed her pussy, running my tongue up until I felt that tart hole for the first time. Her moans told me it felt good, so I lapped that little opening again. I drove my fingers inside of her pussy and used my tongue to penetrate her ass. My wife’s body shook as I continued, feeling my own release beckoning without any attention. I pulled my face away from her ass to regain composure. With my mouth against her skin I caught my breath and spoke. “I’m going to come.”